Raising Morgan Chapter Three, a third watch fanfic

Title: Raising Morgan
Chapter: Two
Author:Fyre
Fandom: Third Watch
Category:Some fluff, some angst, some…you get the picture.
Rating:Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.
Characters/Pairing: Bosco/Faith. Some Mikey, some Rose. Eventually Ty and Sully. One Original and others.
Spoilers: Eh, none really.
Disclaimer:I don't own any of these character, but how I wish I did.
Summary: Bosco struggles with raising his 16-year-old daughter.
A/N 1: This fic is a sequel to "For Morgan's Sake" You can read it by clock my username. Thank you, Stella, Leigh, Mona and everyone else who have helped me with this fic. Hopefully it will pay off. Thank to everyone who has kindly reviewed the past two chapter. Without you there would be no chapter four. Love you guys very much. For some reason this chapter upload weird. Least it looks weird to me.

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"Dad!" Morgan yelled out. "I'm leavin' for school." She adjusted her pink

Jansport on her shoulders.

Bosco hurried into the living room. "Here lunch money." He kissed her

forehead. "Be careful, Uncle Mikey gets off of work at 2:30, so he should

there when you get out."

"Okay." She pocketed the lunch money. "All right, I love you." She said

softly.

"Love you too kiddio, oh and you're going to grandmas for dinner okay."

One

thing he had learned about Mikey since he moved in. That Mikey was a worse

cook then he was.

A smile crossed her face. "Is she making chocolate cake?"

"I honestly don't know. You'll have to wait until and see."

She let out a sigh. Fine, okay. See you tonight Dad." She closed the door

behind her and headed off to school.

A few days had passed since his daughter snuck out of the house and went

the movies after he had told her not too. He and Morgan were talking, but

was obvious things were still rocky between them. Some of the smallest

things would set off a huge fight between them.

Bosco started on the dishes that had been piling up for days. He had just

been too tired to do them until now. Yawning he rinsed off one of the

dishes

and dried it off. He had to work a double that night the flu was making its

yearly rounds through the five-five. So he offered to take up a few extra

shifts, he just had no idea it was going to leave him this tired.

Faith was lucky and had had the past few days off, so he had been riding

with

Monroe. Bosco had no idea he and Monroe would make such a good team but

they did.

It was a nice change not to have to hear about Fred and his rabbit. Faith

was great and all, but Bosco could only handle so much before he lost it.

He had finished the dishes and managed to put every one of them away.

Sitting on the couch, he grabbed the remote turning the news on. Hearing

the

phone ring Bosco sighed. "You had to wait until I sat down to call me?

Couldn't have done it while I was still up?"

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"Boscorelli." He answered.

"Son of a bitch!" Bosco slammed his car door, putting the keys in the

ignition on; he pulled away and into traffic. "Now she's cutting' school!"

He talked to himself. "No sneakin' out of the house wasn't enough; now

she's

ditchin' school." He weaved in and out of traffic. "I can't believe this.

What the hell am I goin' to do with her?"

A man talking away on his cell phone cut Bosco off.

"Fucking jag off watch where you're goin'!" Bosco hissed laying on his

horn. He swerved around the person and sped up. "Sneaking out to see a

movie

is one thing, but ditching school? I pay a helluva a lot of money to send

her to that school. She doesn't need to be ditching. I only expect two

things out of her go to school and listen to me. Two things that she's

failed to do." Bosco continued to vent his anger.

After driving through the streets of New York for almost two hours, it

became apparent to Bosco he wasn't going to find Morgan anytime soon.

Stopping his Mustang in front of the precinct, he headed inside.

"Bosco" Swersky looked at his watch. "It's only noon. Your shift doesn't

start for a few more hours."

"I know." He took a deep breath. "It's Morgan she never made it to

school;

I've been driving around the city lookin' for her and…." Bosco shook his

head. "I can't find her boss; I don't know where she's at."

Swersky looked at Bosco. "Okay Bosco just relax. Has she ever ditched

school before?"

"No, never," Bosco replied. "She has never once ditched school, she knows

better."

"You guys have a fight this morning before she left?" He had to ask Bosco

all the usual questions.

"No." Bosco bit down on his bottom lip. "It was jus' like every mornin'."

Bosco ran his fingers through his hair. "I don' know what to do Lieu. What

if she's hurt or somethin'?"

"Let's try and think positive for now. Okay Bosco." He told him. "I'm

going

to call in some people who are off and call in the ones who come in at

three. We're goin' to find her Bosco. She'll be jus' fine."

Bosco ran his fingers through her hair. "Boss I…" he couldn't even figure

out what to say.

"She'll be okay Bosco." Swersky responded. It was the best advice he

could

give Bosco at the time. He honestly had no idea what Bosco was really

feeling, he had never experienced something like this himself ever.

"I'm goin' to change lieu, I wanna be out there lookin' for her." Bosco

said trying to hide the fear he was feeling. He didn't want to think the

worst but it was hard not too.

"Bosco I don't know if-"

Bosco cut him off. "She's my daughter boss, please. I need to be out

there,

I jus' can't sit 'round waitin'."

Swersky nodded his head. "Okay meet me in roll in twenty minutes, I'm

going

to make some phone calls."

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Bosco held the cell phone close to his ear, his finger stuck in his other

ear. It was almost impossible to hear with everyone that was gathering at

the precinct. "Hey Mike." He spoke hearing his brother's voice at the other

end.

"Mo, what's up man?" He asked. "I was jus' 'bout to get offa work an' go

pick up Morgan."

"Yeah 'bout that, listen Mikey, Morgan she's uhm… uh she's not there."

There was a long pause. "What do you mean she's not there?" Mikey

questioned his brother.

God Bosco was in no mood for this shit. "She never made it too school,

they

called. Morgan isn't at school."

"Well where is she then?"

"Damn it Michael I don' know. Okay I have no fuckin' idea where she is,

she's missin' I can't find her."

Mikey didn't respond as he tried to think of what to say.

"I've looked everywhere an' I, God Mikey I can't find her."

Mikey swallowed hard. "Where are you at now Mo?"

"The..I'm at the precinct." He answered his younger brother.

"Okay, I'm leavin' work now. I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?"

"Thanks, Mike." Bosco softly replied.

"No proble,m Mo. Hey Mo…"

"Yeah?" Bosco voice was tired.

"Have you called Ma yet? Does she know?" Mikey asked.

"No," Bosco replied. "I haven't figured out what to tell her."

"Want me to call her and tell her?" Mikey headed out of the building and

his car.

"No - no, this should come from me. I need to be the one to call her. I

need to tell her."

Mikey started his car up and tore out of the parking lot heading towards

the 55th precinct. "Okay." He replied. "I'm sure Morgan's fine Mo." He knew

his brother had probably already heard that a million times so far that

day,

but it was better then saying nothing. "After all she is a Boscorelli."

"Mike I hope your right, because if anythin' happened to her. I'd never

able to live with myself."

"Mo!" Mikey almost yelled into the phone. "Don't think that way, okay.

Morgan is okay, she's fine. Okay."

"I'll see you later." He hung up. Sitting on a chair, he rested his head

the palms of his hands; he was inches a way from breaking down and losing

it.

Lifting his head up Bosco gazed around the crowded roll call room and

slid

his cell phone into his pocket. Standing up he left and made his way to the

locker room. He knew he would be alone there and at that moment and time,

was exactly what he needed.

He sat down on the bench across from his locker, just staring a head.

Taking a few deep breaths trying to clear the anger and frustration he was

feeling, he opened his locker. A single piece of scotch tape held a picture

of him and Morgan up on his locker door.

Pulling it off Bosco held the picture in his hands. The corners were bent

and worn out but he still loved the picture. It was one of his favorite. He

slowly ran his fingers down the glossy finish. Tears rolling down his

cheeks

as he did so, he was scared that it would be the last picture he had of

them

together.

His anger was growing by the second, shoving the picture into his pocket

Bosco slammed the metal door to his locker shut. He walked over to the

sink,

maybe splashing some cool water on his face would work.

He turned the water on, letting the sink fill; he cupped his hands

gathering some water and splashing it on to his face. He repeated this

process a few times. Stopping her stared at himself in the mirror. His

nostrils flared. Pulling his fist back he made contact with the mirror. It

shattered cause a spider web effect. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" his voice bellowed

with anger as he punched the mirror two more times.

Tiny pieces of shattered glass were embedded into his knuckles. Hissing

pain, Bosco slowly began to pick out the pieces one by one. His anger had

yet to cool off. Looking up at the now broken mirror, he stared into his

reflection. He had never been a religious man, but Bosco suddenly found

himself praying to god for his daughter's safety.

Sasha walked into the locker room. "Bosco…" she spoke up. "You-" She

looked

at the mirror and then at Bosco, she didn't need to ask what had happened,

she already knew. "Swersky is gathering everyone in roll call for a

briefing. He's got some guys from the Eight-six here as well."

Bosco looked at Monroe and nodded. "Yeah - uhm I'll be right there." He

replied dully. "Good, that's good." Calling in guys from another precinct

meant finding Morgan would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Sasha looked down at Bosco's hand as blood dripped on to the floor.

"Bosco,

you're bleeding." She pointed.

His eyes looked down at his knuckles. "I'm fine, I'll meet you in roll

okay."

She nodded in reply. "Okay." She stood where she was trying to think of

anything else she could do. "I…Morgan…"

Bosco cut her off. "I said I would meet you in roll Monroe!" He spat. He

didn't mean to be so harsh with her, he knew she was just wanting to help.

Put he was in excruciating pain.

"Right." She replied taking a few steps backwards before turning and

exiting the room.

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"We got a missing member of the services." Swersky spoke to a room full

officers. Faith was even on her way back from the Pocono's where she had

taken her kids. "Her name is Morgan Rose Boscorelli, she's 16-years-old.

Her

recent class picture is being passed around the room as I speak."

"She's 5'4" 103lbs, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was last seen this

morning, leaving for school. She attends St. Thomas Moore high school,

where

she is junior."

Bosco stared at Morgan's school picture as Swersky spoke.

"As many of you know there have been several rapes and murders in the

area,

within the past month. All the victims have been females ages 14-17, all

went missing between the hours of 8am-4pm. School hours." He said. "We've

been looking for a male white, approximately 35 years in age, his heavy set

and has long black hair. He might be in or around Spanish Harlem."

"Bosco she got any birth marks or any scars."

"She has a scar 'bove her left eye, she feel off the jungle gym when she

was a kid." He didn't look up he just stared at her picture.

"It's not 2:30 pm, she has been missing since 8am this morning."

Swersky's

hands were locked around the podium. "Let's get out there, an' bring her

home." He said. "Eyes and ears open out there folks."

Standing up Bosco looked at Monroe. "I'll meet you at the RMP." Not

waiting

for an answer, he exited the room.

"Monroe." Swersky spoke watching as Bosco left.

"Yes Boss?." She walked over to the podium.

"Keep an eye on Bosco, if you think he needs to be pulled off of the

street, let me know right away."

"Yes sir."

"Keep in touch, let me know what is going on. Right now I need to get

down

to One PP give them an update and see what other kind of services I can get

out there to look for her."

Monroe just nodded her head and left the room.

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"Michael." Rose smiled as she opened the door greeting her son.

"Hey Ma." He hugged her tightly looking over his shoulder into the living

room, in hopes of seeing Morgan.

"What are you doin' here?" She cupped her sons face missing him.

Mikey made a face. "Maaaaaaaa." He whined. "I jus' came by to see how you

were. That's all."

"I thought you had to pick up Morgan at school. I did, I mean I was

suppose

to. She called Mo, an' Mo called me. She's stayin' afta to work on some

assignment." He was lying through his teeth but he couldn't let him mother

know she was possibly missing.

"She's such a smart girl, she's doin' so good in school." Rose smiled

the proud grandmother she was. "Are you hungry? Didja you eat today? There

are sandwich meats in the refrigerator if you want something to eat. You

an'

Morgan are still coming for dinner right?"

"No Ma, I'm fine. I had a big lunch." He hated lying to his mother like

this, but it was his job to tell her about Morgan. That was up to his

brother, and for all Mikey knew, she was out hiding some where. "I don't

think so; she'll be leaving school late tonight. I'll just take her for

Chinese, but we'll definitely be here tomorrow night."

Rose looked at her son, she knew he was hiding something but she wasn't

sure what. "Okay, well then tomorrow I'll make lasagna. How does that

sound?"

"Ma you know I can never say no to your lasagna, think you can make some

that chocolate cake, Morgan really loves it?"

She smiled. "Are you askin' for her, or are you askin' for yourself?"

"I'm askin' for both of us." He pouted his bottom lip. "Please Ma?"

"Of course I'll make it, think I'd let my granddaughter come over to my

house without any chocolate cake. What kind of grandmother would I be?"

Mikey kissed his mother. "You're the best Ma, an' I know Morgan will be

excited, but I better get goin' so I can get Mo's stuff. Love you Ma." He

kissed her cheek.

"Love you too Michael, tell Morgan the same."

"Will do Ma." Mikey called out over his shoulder going back to his car.

had no idea where to start looking for Morgan and he wanted to do more to

help then just sit around the precinct.

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"Pull overa here." Bosco pointed.

Not wanting to argue with him Sasha pulled the RMP and put it into park.

"What do you want to do?"

"I wanna find my daughter." Bosco replied getting out of the car and

slamming the door shut.

Sighing Monroe climbed out of the car and followed Bosco. "Bosco slow

down!"

Bosco turned around. "Look if you don't want to help then leave, but I'm

here to find Morgan. All I care 'bout, is my daughter."

"I am here to help you Bosco, but we got to do this as partners." She

said.

"We got to have each others backs."

"An' I gotta have Morgan back." He said heading towards a group of people

pulling out her school picture he stopped. "Gotta question for you all, an'

until you answer 'em you guys ain't goin' no where."

Bosco held up the picture. "See this little girl, well she my daughter

an'

she's missin'. Have any of you seen her?"

A young kid looked at the picture and shook his head. "No I'm sorry

officer."

Bosco looked around the group and they all shook their heads. "Great,

thanks

for being absolutely no help." He hissed and walked over.

Sasha gave them a sad smile and hurried up to catch up with Bosco. "Well

that went-"

Bosco cut her off. "They of course were usless." He spat walking into a

convenient store. "Sir." He asked the Indian gentleman behind the count.

"Yes officer?" He asked.

"Have you seen this girl, she goes by the name of Morgan."

"Uhm no sir, I'm sorry." He wiped down his counter with a wet cloth.

"If you see her, keep her here and call 9-1-." Bosco pointed a finger at

him. "Do you know how to dial 9-1-1?" Bosco walked and picked up the mans

phone. "Come here." He said loudly. "See this button? This is the nine

button. This button here is the one button."

The man nodded his head. It was obvious he was annoyed with Bosco. "Yes

sir."

"You press the nine button once and the one button twice. That is how you

call 9-1-1."

He nodded his head a dozen times. "Yes sir."

Bosco slammed the phone down. "You see her. You call that number." He

angrily said. "Let's go Monroe."

"Have a good day officer." The man spoke as they left the store.

"You know Bosco." Monroe had her hands on her hips as they both walked.

"I'm sure the man know how to call 9-1-1."

"Good for him, he can consider this a refresher course courtesy of the

New

York Police Department." Bosco looked at Sasha. "I'm not takin' any

chances.

I have no idea where Morgan is an' no idea if anything happened to her. I'm

not takin' any chances 'cause some towel head didn't know how to call

9-1-1."

"Towel head? Bosco it's called a turban." Monroe said with a sigh.

"I don't give a shitwhat it's called, Monroe. I jus' carea 'bout my

kid." He

told her walking a bit faster.

After about an hour of getting no where Bosco had enough. "I'm gonna try

her cell, then go to the apartment maybe she showed up there." If she had,

Bosco knew he would be pissed, but he would also be extremely relieved.

Monroe nodded. Let me drive Bosco, okay? You call Morgan an' I'll

drive."

Pulling out both his cell phone and the keys, he handed Monroe the keys

then punched in Morgan's number.

"This is Morgan, I'm not here so leave a message. Bye." Her voicemail

greeted him.

"Morgan sweetie, its dad. Please, please call me when you get this. Call my

cell okay. It's really important. I love you." He hung up. "It went right

her voicemail." He told Monroe. "I goin' call my brother. See where he is."

Mikey looked everywhere as he drove, hoping to see any sign of his niece.

Hearing his cell phone ring he reached over on the passengers seat and

picked it up. "Talk to me."

"Mikey." Bosco said. "Where you at?"

Mikey looked at the street sign. "135th and Jefferson, have you found

her?"

Bosco's shoulder slouched, if Mikey was asking if he found Morgan, he

knew

she wasn't with Mikey. "No."

"I stopped by Ma's and she wasn't there."

"You didn't tell her she was missin' Didja?"

"No - no I jus' acted like I was comin' bye to say hello. I tol' Morgan

was

workin' on a school project an' we'd be comin' over tomorrow night

instead."

"Good, I don' want to scare her or anything. Do me a favor? Meet me at

the

apartment. If you get there before I do an' Morgan is there-"

"I'll call you. Don't worry Mo." He said.

"Thanks Mike, I'll see you in a few." He closed his phone and held it in

his hand. "She's not with Mikey, she wasn't with my Ma…" Bosco was

beginning

to lose hope.

"Bosco." Monroe voice was soft. "Morgan is okay." She actually wasn't

sure

herself, but the last thing Bosco or Morgan needed was him losing it.

"She's

a smart girl."

Bosco just nodded his head in reply.

"She'll be okay Bosco, she'll be okay." She said.

"An' if she's not." Bosco turned to her. "Then what? What am I supposed

do?"

"Well you wont haveta worry 'bout that, 'cause she'll be okay." She put a

reassuring hand on his shoulder. She pulled up in front of Bosco's

apartment. "I don't think your brother is here yet?"

Bosco looked around. "No." he dully replied opening the door and getting

out. "You comin' up?" he asked Sasha.

"Yeah I guess I could do that." She turned the engine off and pocketed

her

keys, following Bosco up to his apartment.

Bosco unlocked the door, walking in he felt his foot kick something.

Bending down he picked up a large envelope and looked at it. The words

Officer Boscorelli had been printed across it in black ink.

"What is that?" Sasha questioned Bosco, she was just about to close the

door behind them.

"Hey!" Mikey quipped.

"Oh sorry." Sasha apologized then closed the door.

"What's in your hand Mo?" Mikey said.

Bosco shrugged as he slowly opened the big yellow envelope, pulling out a

picture of Morgan.

Mikey peered over his shoulder and stared at the picture.

Bosco said nothing, as rage pumped through his blood. He knew the picture

was taken that day. Her face was beaten and she was obviously hurt.

"Mo.." Mikey looked at the picture.

"He has her." Bosco softly said. "That jag off has her."

Seeing the picture made Monroe's stomach turn. "Bosco we need to take

this

down to the precinct, Swersky needs to see this. Is there anything else in

the envelope?"

Bosco just shook his head, his eyes fixed to the picture. "The jag off

has

her, an' he hurt her. He hurt my daughter." For Bosco this meant worry.

Mikey looked at the picture of his niece. She was hurt, she was in

trouble,

and it was his entire fault. Had he not agreed to go into work early that

morning. Mikey would have been the one to take her to school, she would

have

made it safely Morgan wouldn't have been missing.

"Let's go take that to the station okay Bosco?" Monroe asked. "C'mon."

She

knew the sooner they showed the picture to Swersky the sooner everyone

could

get moving.

Bosco couldn't bring his legs to move, it was as if they were both glued

the ground. "He's got her Monroe, the bastard has Morgan. She's not okay,

she's hurt, an' I'm not there. She needs me an' I'm not there."

"Bosco."

"What kind of father am I if I'm not there when my daughter needs me?"

Monroe looked to Mikey who seemed to be holding up a little bit better

then

his brother. "Bosco, I'll drive. Let's just get this picture down there an'

the crime lab can dust for finger prints."

"Mikey you comin'?" Bosco asked.

"I uhm, I'll meet you there. I'm gonna change." He stared down at the

floor.

"Okay, jus' uh… be careful." Bosco walked out of his apartment completely

numb. His worst fears were coming true.